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Montreal in winter is a cold, cruel place. It's the sort of city where you have to chip the tears off your cheeks when you start to cry, where words freeze barely halfway out of your mouth. The cold is a vindictive bride-she'll trap you between her thighs and turn your heart to ice if you're not careful. Most sensible people spend their time
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...Laura Laura Laura...
We dont hang out enough. You know what I say? Well, I'll tell you what I say. You and I are going to christen that pipe of mine and we're going to write up another script. I like this idea. Therefore, we shall do it!
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